The Bitter Truth, Part I

Kelly Windermere was no longer married to Jamie Windermere. Now she lived deep in the ghetto, the only white girl on the block.

The house was filled with half-Black children, running around in diapers and shorts. Her fake tits were swollen in a white tank top. Her newest baby was pawing at her breast, and Kelly finally tugged out a large breast, and the baby started sucking on it, quieting.

"Yeah, I knew your Daddy," she told her visitor, who was shocked by the scene. "Mo ... the boy in that picture over there. That is from your Daddy." Katie numbly picked up the photo.. He looked like he could be Samson's brother. She swallowed hard.

"Your Daddy helped out Jamie with some business deals. It went good at first, then your Daddy died and Jamie couldn't do shit without him. And I started missing out on that good dick. So now I'm here."

"So you're the Whitetail," Katie said. Kelly snorted.

"Yeah, he did like to call me that," Kelly said.

"Did you ever know a man by the name Jermaine Blount?" Katie asked. Kelly furrowed her brow. Too much weed and dick over the years had scrambled her brain.

"Heard of him ... but the guy that mostly visited was a guy named Kelvin. They called him Big Kelvin, even though the brother was small. You should ask Whaletail about him, she strips down the street at Sugar's."